Ivory

Prologue

Prologue

In which there is a girl

ivory snow and

blue flames.

 

The snow crunched beneath my feet as I trudged across the field. The thick, snow-laden pines did nothing to prevent the freezing wind from stinging, burning my face, but I kept on going, one step after the other, slowly edging forward.

I could hear them already; the sounds of shrill laughter and the pad of running feet on soft snow.

Can I join them?

I stumbled a few more steps forward, bare feet sinking into the blanket of ivory. That was when I saw them.

They were laughing, smiling as they ran and tripped around in the snow. Some were bundled up in warm, woollen jackets and trousers, others with knitted hats and gloves. I stared down at my simple, thin, cotton dress and cocked my head to the side.

Do they feel cold?

As if in response, the wind whistled even harsher than before, blowing my tangled inky hair in front of my face. Slowly, I raised my hand to brush it away. As if this movement somehow gave me away, every face suddenly turned towards me. All had wide eyes filled with curiosity.

I opened my mouth to speak, but the words got stuck in my throat.

Fear.

"Isn't that her?" I heard one child whisper. 

It's written clearly in their eyes.

"She's... she the one mother says to stay away from."

I suddenly felt angry. Why? What is it that sets me apart from the others? Is there something wrong with me?

I could still hear the older people; the adults. Their voices, whenever I walked into town.

"Demon child."

I took a step forward and felt my heart sink as all the others backed away, ever so slowly.

“Get away from me!”

And then one turned and ran. Up Slane Hill, past the forest of pines that lead to town.

“Wait…” I managed to croak out. “No…” It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

The anger was stronger now. It was almost like a flame; a fire raging in my heart.

They were all running now, boots leaving imprints in the blanket of snow.

Why?

I... I just wanted to have friends.

The fire was like a raging inferno now, easier to grab hold of.

I saw one last child – a girl about my age, her face pale and freckled, her hair dull and brown. She had tripped while running away and was clumsily trying to lift herself up from the snow.

Wait for me.

And the field burst into bright blue flames.

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...And thank you, ladies and gentlemen, for reading the prologue of Ivory. Now...

You.

Yes, you there, the one reading this. I have something to say to you. Three things, actually.

1. Yes, I know that this prologue had a lot of annoying rhetorical questions and thinking and whatnot. Yes, I know it's probably annoying. And yes, I'll probably change and edit this chapter. When I finish this chocolate. And the book I'm reading right now. And... ah, let's just face it. I'm too lazy.

2. I am awesome. Now that you have started reading my story (which I'll probably update once a month because I'm just too damn lazy) you will find out that I am extremely witty, arrogant and funny.

Well, screw the witty and funny part and replace it with lazy and weird. There. That's me, summed up perfectly in three measly words.

3. You are awesome as well. So that is why you should continue reading this story. Which, by the way, I wrote during french. Because isn't writing stories about kids that can make blue fire much more interesting than saying 'tu es une stupide personne'?

Nah.

I was kidding. Kidding, kidding. You're not a stupid person. You could be a stupid raccoon, for all I know. And anyway, I probably got the grammar wrong in that sentence anyway. =.=

Anyway, bye. This little author's note probably took up more space than the entire prologue. Which is kind of sad.